Spellman Family Secret Novels & Stories

I scoffed “there are no secrets among the inner circle Mora I am talking about every other person” She released a breath she was holding “thank God because I hate hiding things form them” We never hid secrets amongst ourselves… we had been through too much, these people Mora, Graham, Kaden and Elsie… they were my family. When I said I knew where to keep the box, the truth was that I did not have a plan, but then it clicked. I would hide it in plain sight.

"But I don't miss the hiding. I don't miss the secrets." He reached for a small velvet box on the shelf. Inside sat the original silver swan cufflink—the one Althea had found in the gallery. It had been mounted on a pedestal of marble, a reminder of the night a lost signature became a found destiny. "I found something in the archives this morning," Althea said, her eyes sparkling with that same scholarly mischief that had first captivated him. "A record of a secret chamber beneath your father’s old estate. It seems the Silas family had a library even larger than mine."

“You’re not the only one with daddy issues.” My lips parted in surprise. Was he saying what I think he was saying? “It can’t be…” “Welcome to the fucked-up family tree,” he said. “I don’t agree with Alec’s actions, but you need that spell.” “What is he talking about? What spell?” Sheila asked. “What am I missing?” “That’s why you’ve never shared your story,” I said. “You were hiding.” “Bingo,” Malcom said. “How?” I couldn’t finish the thought but Malcom seemed to read what I was asking.

The kind that could make them dangerous. Leila leaned back, skepticism gnawing at her. Could her family be involved in something this strange? A secret society? The more she uncovered, the more it felt like the world she thought she knew was a cover for something much darker. Something hidden just beneath the surface of her life. As the hours dragged on and the first light of dawn broke through the window, Leila kept digging. Every click led to more questions. If she was right—if her family had connections to Grossman—this was going to be one hell of a ride.

Brandy immediately covered me, holding out a tissue as I dabbed my eyes. “Sorry, it’s the hormones” I said, laughing and still tearing up and then I froze, eyes wide. Our eyes locked then mine widened even more as I realized she hadn’t caught on but from my shock, she realized what I meant. I watched the happiness bloom. “Bestie’s secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she quickly hooked hers. “No one knows, I haven’t even told my parents, we plan to tell everyone after we know the sex next week. Please don’t say anything, not even to your husband,”

Hearing all the plans from Liam that had been completed made Glen laugh. Ah, he didn't even really expect what Melinda wanted all this time because to be honest, Glen never cared about her. He didn't really like her character since he was little. "You could have. But luckily she didn't feel suspicious at all," Glen said later. While playing with his cellphone to send money to Rommy, Liam chuckled for a moment, "She's not even that sensitive. Moreover, she also doesn't realize that the supermarket she visited belongs to my family."

"Do you know what you're doing? You'll ruin the family's reputation! The trust will be frozen!" Mason was shaking with rage. "You psycho! You almost cost me a hundred million dollars!" "I'm the one who got ruined, aren't I?" I looked at them coldly and walked right up to my mother. I kept my voice low so only she could hear, emphasizing every word. "I know exactly what's in your special 'focus matcha'."

But the kid was too addicted to studying, more or less a genius if you ask me. After two hours of my parents being a busy body for a party that I wasn't even sure it was really for me, my eyes caught the first family who came in by the back entrance of our house. "Lantis!" I heard Zammy screaming. She was carrying a big brown teddy bear I was sure wasn't for me coz I hate it and she knows that. My eyes squinted and always laughed when I saw my brother coming in alongside with Uncle Storm and aunt Cali.

When we arrived outside the house, the divorce attorney was already there with drafted divorce papers. With the front door open, we crowded into the small house. While Keith was shocked, Whitney, who was cradling the baby, was startled by the commotion. “What are you doing, Naomi? What’s the meaning of this?” As always, Whitney grilled me. Judging by the look on her face, she had no idea that I knew the family’s dirty little secret. “What’s this, babe?” Keith’s quiet charm made me sick to my stomach. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other after today. I closed my eyes.

"It seems Mr. Fisher only has romance on his mind. No wonder the Fisher family has been keeping a low profile lately." Bang! Spencer slammed his hand on the wooden table, completely losing his refined composure. "The Fisher family is not something an outsider like you can comment on!" "The Fisher family lives off the taxpayers. Any citizen has the right to comment. Why shouldn’t I?" Amelia’s smile deepened. "Spencer, aren’t you here to ask about your chances with your dream girl?" Spencer froze. Amelia’s dark eyes gleamed. "Isn’t that just romance?" "She’s right!" Rowan, the clueless little brother, exclaimed. "Miss, how did you know?"